Your stakeholder is (not) your father-in-law
You arrive, slightly frazzled, a few minutes after the agreed time for lunch. At the door, you thrust the obligatory bottle of wine into your mother-in-law’s hand and say that you’re sorry you’re late; the traffic was terrible. “Which way did you come?” pipes up your father-in-law from the hallway, and you immediately realise that you have made a grave error.
As you stand, dazed, nodding along while nursing a room-temperature glass of Pinot Grigio, you find yourself thinking, “didn’t I just have to endure a conversation like this with the CMO this week?”